Atlas Double Star Book

Neil stood in the rain, smiling sickly.

The warlock stood vigilantly on the other side with the girl in his arms, and the Abelwen on the spear was flashing.

"Ah, what's wrong with me?" Neil suddenly showed a look of panic, "This is not quite right, is it so?"

"Don't worry, Neil, come here, I'll help you."

"Okay, I'm sorry Heather...I...I feel bad..." Neil covered his head and took a while before trying to walk towards Heather.

The girl was worried, and she also saw a change in Neal.The snake-like black blood left scorching marks on Neil's ankle, but the young man seemed unaware of it.

"Don't worry, Neal... look, I'm a friend of Peleas," said the warlock.

"Peleas?"

Neil suddenly stood still, as if he had heard the bad news.

"Give me your hand."

"No," the young man smiled fearfully, shaking his head while backing away, "you gave up on him...none of you is willing to save him. You are the same...all the same, what did you do when your mother died? You go away, go away...and she is..."

Neil said, trembling all over.

"That's an illusion, wake up!" Heather tried to treat Neil forcefully.But the young knight was too agile for her to touch.

"No, I remember. I saw them kill her, I remembered, she hid me in the study, but they pulled me out, let me watch them kill my mother... God Ah, how could I forget, Mom... How can I not remember this scene? How can I not remember? Mom... Help her, please... Stop it, don't do it again!"

Heather's heart hurts like a knife.But healing spells require physical contact.

The young man raised his head, tears blurred half of his blood-stained face, he seemed to calm down suddenly: "I can't do this anymore, I must take revenge. Is there any other way? I only live because of hatred. Don't you know Well, I only exist for revenge."

"That black mage may have implanted some kind of spell in your 'roster', as long as you think of painful things, negative emotions will be magnified. Neil, you need to calm down and relax, trust me..." Heather said to the young man reach out.

The blue-eyed youth made a gesture of resistance.

"They have already taken everything from me...do they want to take away the teacher?"

"Neil..."

"What did you do when the teacher went to die alone? Mom asked for help from people passing by. Did anyone answer her? We were in the house that day, reading "Adrian and Gein's Star", and a knight said, Dad Died...and then? Me and mom didn't even get to see his body, I remembered...I shouldn't have forgotten, mom went to church crying and begging them to give us dad's body back...but They chased her away, and you just watched indifferently!"

Looking back, the young man seems to be questioning all the past characters and situations.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you..."

He wept like a little boy.

Heather carefully stretched out her hand...stroking Neil's head, and gently placed the healing technique on the boy's forehead.The moon-like brilliance floated, the boy closed his eyes, and the shallow eyelashes were slightly brightened by the water droplets.Heather chanted, a melodic incantation that soothed the spirit that was out of control.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

"I'm fine, I must be awake. I've already remembered it, how could I forget it? It's so strange haha." The young knight said, looking extremely tired.

"So I want to protect everyone and never let... God..."

Neil looked up and smiled softly, with tears on his face.

Heather knew that they could no longer travel together.Perhaps this is fate.So she said, "Go then. Bring him back safely! We'll wait for you in the city, hurry up, Eya has little time. Maybe Peleas can save her..."

"He can, he's a miracle," Neil said.

The seriously ill girl opened her eyes.

The three need not say much, after all, their situation is like a mirror.

"wait me back."

The young knight stepped on his horse. At this moment, he has regained his spirits, like a damaged banner, standing again in the north wind.

The sorcerer hugged the girl and watched the knight turn around gently, disappearing in the mist.The ancient fog is white, the mountain forest, and the entire mountain range unfolds, like a person who is going through pain, becoming iron, filling the icy gap in the air.A kind of force pulls the east and the blue to circulate.In that posture, the blue color twisted, and memory and prophecy entered the depths in another blue form.City-states, crowds, helpless and hopeless prayers, fear, backs in snowy nights, funeral songs, and all ardent delusions—the human’s ballads are spinning and flowing round and round. whirled around.

He dreamed of fire again.

The heat was rolling, the houses were squeaking in agony, and there were fires everywhere.

He was terrified.

His nostrils and eyes were burning hot, the heat and thick smoke were about to suffocate him, his sleeve was burning, he hurriedly extinguished it, but it was too late, no one would be in the house, the whine of the fire covered everything, he was already Not knowing whether his body was in pain, burns, or just sweat, the house was torn apart by fire, and he couldn't hold on any longer.

Faint sobs.

He thought he heard it wrong, but when he pushed open the half-burned door, he was shocked by the scene in front of him——

The woman was lying in a pool of blood, with several knives stuck on her naked back.

A little boy with blond hair sat sobbing next to the corpse, holding a book and holding tightly to his mother's hand.

"Neil!"

He rushed to hug the child, and the burning pillar fell and crushed the woman's body.

"Mommy... Mommy will hurt!" The child struggled and cried to push against the pillar on the woman's body, ignoring the flames.

"Neil, we have to go!"

"No, no, I promised to protect my mother... I said it, I promised her! I swore to my father that I will always protect my mother. I'm sorry... Mom is sorry..." The child burst into tears His strength was gone, and he almost collapsed in his arms.

Heartbroken, he hugged the crying child and escaped from the fire.

The two stood on the high slope, watching the fire engulf the house from a distance.

Everything is gone.

The child watched all this calmly.

"Neil, listen to me...your mother has gone far away, and I will take care of you from now on. I am your father's...a friend."

"I'll never see Mom and Dad again, will you?"

"..."

"That's it." The little boy said, his tone gradually softened, and then he burst into tears.

He held the child in his arms as if holding a tiny star that was about to go out.The little golden head was sobbing on his chest, and he was crying too, why did things happen like this?Hein was dead, but the Pope did not spare even Hein's wife and children.The little boy was supposed to grow up in love and light, but now...

He wiped away his tears secretly, and said softly to the boy: "Hi, Neil. Hein entrusted me to be your teacher, from now on... let's live together."

The boy looked up at him, his eyes were exactly the same as that man's, sapphires in tears, looking painful and pure at the moment.

broke his heart.

Little Neil was confused for a while, then smiled with difficulty: "So you are Peleas?"

"what……"

"Father said that my teacher is Peleas, a great scholar. I found you..."

what is that?

He cannot describe, cannot describe.As if on a long and bitter journey, I suddenly heard a note from the harp.The little child held his hand and comforted him in turn:

"Teacher, don't cry, don't be afraid anymore... I am here, and I will protect you."

Venus above.

So, he woke up from the endless nightmare.

The author has something to say: Oh my god, I thought I wouldn’t be able to update TAT this week, but fortunately I caught up with [Drinking Red Bull

How is your week going?Next week, I have to study hard and work hard (what kind of values ​​are these?)

I am now preparing for my studies while working. I feel like I am back in the third year of high school OTZ, and I still go for a run when I have time.In short, you have to work hard, for what you want to do TAT

I hope you all work hard for life, love you~

(I'll correct the typo when I come back tonight)